Page 83 of Perfect Vengeance

His cock hung low, thick and fully erect as he tore open a wrapper and rolled on a condom. She’d expected him to push into her and take her hard and fast, but he didn’t.

Bracing his arms on either side of her face, he lowered gently on top of her, tucking wayward strands of hair from her face and kissing her softly on the lips. She looped her arms around his waist and dragged her nails up and down his back, loving the ripple and play of his body beneath her fingertips.

He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. His erection pressed against her hip, but still he made no effort to enter her. “You okay?”

“Mmm,” she mumbled, loving his masculine scent and the minty taste of his kisses. “Never better.” Never in a million years, would she have expected anything to happen between them. “I need to ask you something.”

He continued dropping kisses on her neck. “What?”

“What were you and your brothers talking about in the kitchen when I walked in?” She’d meant to ask him that on the ride home but had chickened out. Whatever they’d been discussing, it had seemed like a private matter.

He lifted his head. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he stroked his fingers down her cheek. “They told me that I shouldn’t let you go.”

As it had at his mother’s house, her belly fluttered. “And what did you say to them?” she whispered.

“That maybe they were right.” He lowered his head again, kissing her as he nudged her legs apart and entered her, filling her core and stretching her walls.

She sighed, rocking her hips to meet his rhythmic thrusts. The merging of their bodies was different this time, not fast and furious but equally amazing in its sweetness and tenderness.

He clasped the sides of her face, watching her as they both neared their release. In his warm gray eyes, she saw everything she’d ever wanted. Home. Family. The future. And just like that, she tumbled head over heels and fell in love. With an FBI agent.

Chapter Twenty-One

Jack woke to light streaming through the windows. Gina’s head rested on his chest, her arm draped over his rib cage and thick waves of her chestnut hair tickling his abs.

As he sifted his fingers through the strands, that now-familiar sense of peace surrounded him. Along with a life-changing realization. His brothers were right. He shouldn’t let her go. More importantly, he didn’t want to let her go. Somehow amid the darkness, danger, and chaos that his life had become, he’d found something special. A perfect rose in a garden of thorns.

Gina stirred and lifted her head. Sleepy eyes met his. “Hi,” she said, and when she smiled, his heart tumbled over and over. He was falling in love. With the most complicated woman he’d ever met.

“Hi, yourself.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. Waking up like this, with her naked body using his as a pillow… Yeah, I can totally wrap my head around this.

“Are you hungry?” She glanced at a small digital clock on the nightstand. “It’s only seven. I can scramble some eggs.”

He was hungry. Not for eggs. He rolled her onto her back, gazing down at her for a long moment without saying anything.

An impish grin lifted her lips. “Why are you looking at me like you want to dissect my brain?”

“Is that the way I look?” He’d always been careful to keep emotions from his face. He suspected he’d never be capable of hiding anything from her again—a dangerous position to be in.

“Yeah, it is.” She snaked her hands to his back, then lower, squeezing his butt cheeks.

Blood surged to his cock and balls, and he shuddered. Her hands on his body first thing in the morning was better than coffee, scrambled eggs, a Denny’s Grand Slam breakfast, or anything else he could think of.

He wondered if she felt the same way. No way could he have misread all the emotions pinging between them last night. It hadn’t just been passion hot enough to singe the paint off the walls. They had something.

“Well?” She began massaging his ass and pulling his groin tighter against her hip. “Are you going to tell me?”

He kissed her, cupping one supple breast and rolling the taut nipple between his fingers. The urge to tell her that he loved her pounded inside his head. It was too soon, and the timing sucked. His workweek was about to go off-the-charts insane. With the Commission meeting this Saturday and an ops plan involving over a hundred law enforcement officers from three states, he’d be pulling all-nighters until then and dealing with the fallout for weeks afterward. Big cases, big headaches.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, arching her breast into his hand. “That feels really, really nice.”

“It sure does.” It was about to feel even nicer. His dick was as stiff as a telephone pole. He touched his fingers to her already-wet folds and positioned himself at her entrance.

Something vibrated. His phone. With everything going on, he couldn’t risk ignoring a single call. Not even when he had a beautiful woman beneath him and he was about to explode.

He groaned and reached for his cell. The number on the screen wasn’t familiar to him. Robo-call? Not this early in the morning. Using his thumb, he swiped to take the call. “Gates.”

“Special Agent Gates?” an unfamiliar voice said.